Worms
Poor little worms just trying to survive -
Poor little worms they’re trying just to thrive!
Eating my digested food and making me feel empty,
Even though I’ve had my seconds and have eaten plenty!
It’s been a number of days I’ve had some dirt in both my eyes
It must be déjà vu, it’s hardly a surprise!
They’ve found their way back again, a tiny comfort zone
Inside my little body – they've made themselves at home!
Now I’ve found white wriggling threads buried in my faeces
Fancy living in such a mess with all those other bits and pieces!
Starting out at one end and then coming out the other;
Don’t think they should be here, going to have to tell my mother!
Growing longer by the day, living in my intestine,
Crawling through my stomach and gut with all the other enzymes.
Now I’m going to have to swallow an anti insect pill
And those poor little wriggly worms are going to feel quite ill.
I’ve learnt the hard way to thoroughly wash my hands and nails,
Coz I don’t want another infestation to crawl out of my bowel.
I don't want to feel the urge to scratch my inflamed bottom
And wake up in the night feeling itchy, red and rotten!
Poor little worms just trying to survive -
Poor little worms they’re trying just to thrive!
Eating my digested food and making me feel empty,
Even though I’ve had my seconds and have eaten plenty!
It’s been a number of days I’ve had some dirt in both my eyes
It must be déjà vu, it’s hardly a surprise!
They’ve found their way back again, a tiny comfort zone
Inside my little body – they've made themselves at home!
Now I’ve found white wriggling threads buried in my faeces
Fancy living in such a mess with all those other bits and pieces!
Starting out at one end and then coming out the other;
Don’t think they should be here, going to have to tell my mother!
Growing longer by the day, living in my intestine,
Crawling through my stomach and gut with all the other enzymes.
Now I’m going to have to swallow an anti insect pill
And those poor little wriggly worms are going to feel quite ill.
I’ve learnt the hard way to thoroughly wash my hands and nails,
Coz I don’t want another infestation to crawl out of my bowel.
I don't want to feel the urge to scratch my inflamed bottom
And wake up in the night feeling itchy, red and rotten!
Copyright Linda Lawrence
16th June 2008
Inspirations from the playground.......!
Spot!
On my face there is a spot,
It’s red and yellow and feels quite hot.
Think its grown overnight;
It’s inflamed and looks such a sight!
I’ve picked it,
Flicked it,
Pricked it,
Now I’m sick of it!
Can’t seem to squeeze it
Unable to try and please it.
(It’s just one disgusting zit!)
It’s had days of TCP-
And lots of gentle TLC!
Around the edge it’s very red
And on the top, a crusty yellow head.
No matter how much it’s had a fuss
The damn thing’s still there and full of pus.
On my face there is a spot,
It’s red and yellow and feels quite hot.
Think its grown overnight;
It’s inflamed and looks such a sight!
I’ve picked it,
Flicked it,
Pricked it,
Now I’m sick of it!
Can’t seem to squeeze it
Unable to try and please it.
(It’s just one disgusting zit!)
It’s had days of TCP-
And lots of gentle TLC!
Around the edge it’s very red
And on the top, a crusty yellow head.
No matter how much it’s had a fuss
The damn thing’s still there and full of pus.
26th November 2007
Bogey!
I’ve got a runny bogey
It’s slimy and it’s green,
I’m trying to ignore it
Not wanting to be seen.
I haven’t got a tissue -
Think I’ll sniff it up;
Up my nose now down my throat
With all the other dust and muck!
It’s gooey and it sticks;
It’s salty and it’s tasty.
I’m looking over at my Dad
He’s looking pale and pasty.
It’s tacky and it’s thick
Getting nearer to my lip;
Think I’ve got to have to pick
I’ve got a runny bogey
It’s slimy and it’s green,
I’m trying to ignore it
Not wanting to be seen.
I haven’t got a tissue -
Think I’ll sniff it up;
Up my nose now down my throat
With all the other dust and muck!
It’s gooey and it sticks;
It’s salty and it’s tasty.
I’m looking over at my Dad
He’s looking pale and pasty.
It’s tacky and it’s thick
Getting nearer to my lip;
Think I’ve got to have to pick
With my finger tip!
Living up my nose
Is a lot of snot,
It’s slippery and it’s wet
And feeling moist and hot.
Think I’ll have to cuff the rest
On my clean white shirt,
I’m sure my Mum wont notice
With all the other dirt?
It’s no fun in blowing it
I’d rather pick it out,
Stick it under the school desk
When no one is about.Copyright Linda Lawrence
25th February 2008
Tick
I’ve been scratching for some days now and my scalp is very red,
I’m wondering what kind of parasite is living on my head?
It seems to be much worse at night, while I lay tucked up in bed;
Wish it would just crawl away and live next door instead!
I wonder what kind of bloodsucker would want to make me itch.
It’s making me so nervous; my eye now has a twitch!
I’ve looked in all the insect books to see what one it is -
My hair to you must feel so long and soft and rich!
Its times like these I feel that life isn’t being fair -
Why should a little mite like this lay eggs all though my hair?
I keep on getting funny looks and the other kids, they stare
At the minute creatures that chose my head intending to stay there!
I don’t know how they got here, but think someone passed them on,
Not really knowing where they might have been and where they could come from.
I hope it isn’t too long before they are all gone
But to pass them on to other kids, I know that would be wrong.
They’ve got to go, my head is sore, my mum she hears me moan,
I see the little mite that wriggles on my nit comb!
You’ve had your moment living in my hair where you’ve been free to roam -
It really is about high time you found another home!
I’m using hair conditioner because I know it’s been well tested
And other lice killing antidotes my mother has invested.
I’m feeling very out of sorts knowing what those pests did
And looking in the mirror now to see that I’m infested.
I’ve used some cider vinegar and some tea tree oil shampoo
It’s supposed to make you want to flee, so now’s the time to shooo!
Now go and find another head to go and do your poo -
Now that you have fed off me, multiplied and grew!
You’ve kept me awake at night and worried me out of my wits!
Now I know all about you, filthy little tick!
You need to be washed out and rinsed away you scrounging twit!
The time has come to an end, creepy crawly nit.
I’ve been scratching for some days now and my scalp is very red,
I’m wondering what kind of parasite is living on my head?
It seems to be much worse at night, while I lay tucked up in bed;
Wish it would just crawl away and live next door instead!
I wonder what kind of bloodsucker would want to make me itch.
It’s making me so nervous; my eye now has a twitch!
I’ve looked in all the insect books to see what one it is -
My hair to you must feel so long and soft and rich!
Its times like these I feel that life isn’t being fair -
Why should a little mite like this lay eggs all though my hair?
I keep on getting funny looks and the other kids, they stare
At the minute creatures that chose my head intending to stay there!
I don’t know how they got here, but think someone passed them on,
Not really knowing where they might have been and where they could come from.
I hope it isn’t too long before they are all gone
But to pass them on to other kids, I know that would be wrong.
They’ve got to go, my head is sore, my mum she hears me moan,
I see the little mite that wriggles on my nit comb!
You’ve had your moment living in my hair where you’ve been free to roam -
It really is about high time you found another home!
I’m using hair conditioner because I know it’s been well tested
And other lice killing antidotes my mother has invested.
I’m feeling very out of sorts knowing what those pests did
And looking in the mirror now to see that I’m infested.
I’ve used some cider vinegar and some tea tree oil shampoo
It’s supposed to make you want to flee, so now’s the time to shooo!
Now go and find another head to go and do your poo -
Now that you have fed off me, multiplied and grew!
You’ve kept me awake at night and worried me out of my wits!
Now I know all about you, filthy little tick!
You need to be washed out and rinsed away you scrounging twit!
The time has come to an end, creepy crawly nit.
Linda Lawrence
Copyright 18th January 2008
Wart
I’ve got a wart and it’s stuck
On my hand – it’s my bad luck!
I’ve picked it, flicked it
Filed it and gnarled it,
Rubbed it – scrubbed it!
Wished away with it -
I’ve even got someone to pay for it!
I’ve tried to Freeze it,
Squeeze it
I’ve even tried to seize it;
But it’s still there!
It’s just not fair!
I’ve covered it and smothered it
Snipped at it – clipped at it
Hit it! Bit it!
(Although I hate to admit it)
I’ve pushed it, pulled it
Yanked it – blanked it!
I know in time it will go away
It will disappear when I least expect one day
I’ve got a wart and it’s stuck
On my hand – it’s my bad luck!
I’ve picked it, flicked it
Filed it and gnarled it,
Rubbed it – scrubbed it!
Wished away with it -
I’ve even got someone to pay for it!
I’ve tried to Freeze it,
Squeeze it
I’ve even tried to seize it;
But it’s still there!
It’s just not fair!
I’ve covered it and smothered it
Snipped at it – clipped at it
Hit it! Bit it!
(Although I hate to admit it)
I’ve pushed it, pulled it
Yanked it – blanked it!
I know in time it will go away
It will disappear when I least expect one day
Linda
Lawrence
28th March 2007
28th March 2007
Sick!
Orange, yellow watery red
Want to stay all day in bed.
Will it go away if I turn on my side?
I take deeper breaths (and getting tired).
Keep looking down at the bucket.
Hoping I don’t need it damn it!
Got another one of those sickly gut aches
And run to the bathroom before it’s too late!
Now puking up my stomach bile
It smells of hell, tastes hot and vile
As my stomach expels the stench it emits;
I repel at the sight of my insides and vomit
I see the contents of yesterday’s dinner,
Diced carrots, tomatoes, feeling a lot thinner.
My throat, it’s sore as it burns,
Over and over my tummy churns.
Just don’t know where I caught this germ.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
14th March updated 28th June 2008
Orange, yellow watery red
Want to stay all day in bed.
Will it go away if I turn on my side?
I take deeper breaths (and getting tired).
Keep looking down at the bucket.
Hoping I don’t need it damn it!
Got another one of those sickly gut aches
And run to the bathroom before it’s too late!
Now puking up my stomach bile
It smells of hell, tastes hot and vile
As my stomach expels the stench it emits;
I repel at the sight of my insides and vomit
I see the contents of yesterday’s dinner,
Diced carrots, tomatoes, feeling a lot thinner.
My throat, it’s sore as it burns,
Over and over my tummy churns.
Just don’t know where I caught this germ.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
14th March updated 28th June 2008
Blood chocolate
I've had a wobbly tooth
But if you wanna
know the truth -
Before I yanked it
from my gob
That sharp edge
made my gums throb.
It felt so sore and
bled a lot;
Some bloody tissues
now I've got!
I'm a bit upset, it
really pains -
Felt like pulled
out half my brains
After some tugging
and swift extraction
My Mum gave me
something yummy for distraction
Some chocolate!
To cheer me up!
Now red and brown
in my drinking cup……
For
Joseph
1st
August 2009
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This is so EW!
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